I've always been somewhat partial to my name. I haven't met very many Ricks on my travels, so it feels fairly unique. It also has a lot of built-in nicknames, some crass and others not, so I feel like that's given it a more unique feel. I think if I ever had a son, I'd probably try to pass the name on, since it's my dad's as well.
I really liked reading your name thoughts! I'm now trying to remember how many Ricks I've met in my life and I'm coming up with only three, which is saying something about it's uniqueness because I've met a LOT of people and I remember names. I've always assumed Rick is short for Richard—is that the case for you? That'd be very cool to give a future son a family legacy name
lol. My name rhymes with Staceee, but I only have the two Es. I’ve only met one person who’s been given that name since the sixties. Now, Brittany is forever 😉
ONLY the two e's, eh? 😉 You've only met one other Tracee since the 60s, or one other Stacee? Either way, it's remarkable! Come to think of it, I don't know very many myself...
Knowing you only as a Cara, it's very hard to imagine you as a Carolyn. That had to be an empowering shift to truncate your name to something that suited you more!
I so appreciated this piece, Emily. I rarely laugh right now. (Existential dread is real.) This made me laugh and think about something that is curiously important and not life threatening. Thank you for the breath of fresh air.
I'm so glad to have been a breath of fresh air in your world, Katie. Thanks so much for telling me. This was one of those ones that I hesitated to share because, while it felt "curiously important" (love how you put that), I didn't know if others would "get" it.
I didn't like my name growing up. I got a lot of teasing about it. It was different. Unique. No one ever asked, "Daria who?" I was the only Daria. But as I got older, I grew to love my name; love that it was unique. I am different. My name suits me.
That not wanting to be different as a kid, and kids making a big deal over such small things is so real and unfortunate. I really enjoyed reading your experiences so thank you very much for sharing. Owning your uniqueness is really powerful.
I've always been somewhat partial to my name. I haven't met very many Ricks on my travels, so it feels fairly unique. It also has a lot of built-in nicknames, some crass and others not, so I feel like that's given it a more unique feel. I think if I ever had a son, I'd probably try to pass the name on, since it's my dad's as well.
I really liked reading your name thoughts! I'm now trying to remember how many Ricks I've met in my life and I'm coming up with only three, which is saying something about it's uniqueness because I've met a LOT of people and I remember names. I've always assumed Rick is short for Richard—is that the case for you? That'd be very cool to give a future son a family legacy name
It is short for Richard but I don’t really like that name very much so I choose not to acknowledge it….
I shall not acknowledge it either then ;-) All Rick, all the time
lol. My name rhymes with Staceee, but I only have the two Es. I’ve only met one person who’s been given that name since the sixties. Now, Brittany is forever 😉
ONLY the two e's, eh? 😉 You've only met one other Tracee since the 60s, or one other Stacee? Either way, it's remarkable! Come to think of it, I don't know very many myself...
This is such an interesting post! My birth name is Carolyn. I never, ever connected with it. Shortened to Cara in my early 30's. Never looked back.
Knowing you only as a Cara, it's very hard to imagine you as a Carolyn. That had to be an empowering shift to truncate your name to something that suited you more!
I so appreciated this piece, Emily. I rarely laugh right now. (Existential dread is real.) This made me laugh and think about something that is curiously important and not life threatening. Thank you for the breath of fresh air.
I'm so glad to have been a breath of fresh air in your world, Katie. Thanks so much for telling me. This was one of those ones that I hesitated to share because, while it felt "curiously important" (love how you put that), I didn't know if others would "get" it.
I didn't like my name growing up. I got a lot of teasing about it. It was different. Unique. No one ever asked, "Daria who?" I was the only Daria. But as I got older, I grew to love my name; love that it was unique. I am different. My name suits me.
That not wanting to be different as a kid, and kids making a big deal over such small things is so real and unfortunate. I really enjoyed reading your experiences so thank you very much for sharing. Owning your uniqueness is really powerful.
Ohhh, the resentment I had in childhood and adolescence for not being named Kerri.
This made me laugh out loud. Not just grin, but laugh. I'm glad you've been able to let go of that resentment!
That makes me happy! (Apparently I only responded to you in my mind, not in real life, like I’d thought.)